It had been a long year. She had let herself go. The past 12 month were difficult. Being active had fallen by the wayside for the joys of bottles of wine and Netflix binging. Hibernating.
However, the past few months had be a turn-around point. Money was rolling in. Things were smoothing out. Sighing, she looked in the mirror at the body that used to be tighter, firmer. Watching her intake and working out over the past month had paid off, but not big. Still, better. Better than 90% of the trash out there. She had taken time for a nice pedi, bought a new outfit that enhanced the curves that she would always have, workouts or not. A bottle of wine being her company, she showered, shaved and took a good 30 minutes to groom below.. a place largely ignored for a time, but now rediscovered. She smiled and admired her self given wax job. Sliding her hands down her belly, over the 'landing strip' and on to the clean, smooth outer lips, parting them slightly, admiring the hairlessness of her pussy, her sensitive clit gently poking out from them. Even this gentle caress caused a little wave of pleasure she hadn't felt for awhile. She was tempted to lay back on her bed to explore her new home wax job to climax, but instead enjoyed the warmth and twitch of her own tease job.
It was a long winter. Finally, a fun, outdoor gathering was on the horizon. It was warm enough for skirt and tee shirt during the day, and a hoodie at night for drum circles and fires. It was her favorite time of year. The music line up was good. So was the potential for some fun dirty business. Even though she wasn't totally pleased with her body, it was better than before and she was pretty sure she could turn some heads. She had some skills, ya know.. good ones. All she had to do was catch someones attention and the rest... well that would remain to unfold.
At the festival site, she picked the spot for her home for the weekend. Not too close to the action, not too far away. Taking her time with some chardonnay and red bull, she jammed out to her newest favorite Pandora Station, Paloma Faith... and took her time setting up her tent, placing candles, stocking the 'bar' chilling wine, beer, food. Not a plan in mind, except for planning on being bad.
Milling about, checking out the scene, drink in hand, hoop over shoulder, she roamed the site she would call home for the next 72 hours. There were some pretty girls, pretty dudes... quelling the voice in the back of her head telling her she wasn't good enough, she answered back with a fuck you, I'm good, and I have skills.
The music started. She was unfamiliar with the band, but the jam was good. Self consciously, she grabbed her old friend, the hoop,and tossed it strangely around her waist. It felt awkward, so many better hoopers around her. But the music... it was so good. Closing her eyes, all the good stuff came back She was one with the hoop. Up, down. Over the head, around the back, over the elbow, pop, toss, catch, reverse and jump thru. The sweet old combo came surprisingly easy. Opening her eyes, she locked stares with a guy watching her. He was tall, dark and handsome, but too bad there was a girl attached to him... at least she wasn't much to look at. By the looks of her, she hadn't seen anything but the inside of a bar in a long time. Pudgy and soft. Too bad. Turning away from him, she smiled back at the girl smiling at her. The girl approached and asked about asked about the toss and jump thru, "can you show me?"
She and her new friend played, enjoyed the music and exchanged hoop tricks. Why are girls so sexy when they play? Her fresh, clean pussy twitched slightly watching her new friend. Dudes rocked, but girls were pretty cool, too. But her mind fell back on the random dude with the flabby girlfriend. What was it about him?
The evening went on. The night got cooler and the music got hotter. Fires started popping up here and there. She was getting a little buzzy and so was her new female friend. They were dancing, flirting getting close. She could smell her perfume. Was this girl feeling twitchy, too? Seemed so. Feeling bold and and forward, she started dancing closer to her new friend, playfully reaching for her hips from behind. Her friend responded in kind, grabbing her wrists and pulling her closer. They were now dancing, pussy to ass, playing, grinding, Her hoop friend smelled so good, looked so pretty and felt so soft. She welcomed the tingling feeling between her legs. She came here to fuck. Pussy or cock. She liked them both. She missed that hot feeling of wanting, but now it was back. God, she just wanted to fuck. To dance. To eat, suck, cum, dance, grind and let go. She got bold and ran her hands down her dance partners stomach, between her thighs and felt that heat, that smoothness... fuck! Girl or guy? They are both so good. Lost in thought, she looked up and there he was, AGAIN looking at her. Was he looking hungry, too? She thought he was, but then... there was the girl hanging on him, still. A little evil thought crossed her mind. Boldly, she took her dancing girls face in her hands, looked directly in his eyes and kissed the little hottie girl on the mouth, closing her eyes, tongue seeking tongue, fire now in her pussy. Wetness. Juice. This was good. Fucking good. Opening her eyes, seeking the man. He was watching, evil in his eyes and a dark smile. She noticed he had dropped pudgy's hand.
The night grew later, her little hooper friend had played tickle and tease, gotten her hornier has hell, and skipped off to better whatevers. Not an issue. She picked up her hoop and moved on from the stage. There was a good band playing in the barn nearby. Maybe there was some action inside. Between feeling up some chicks thighs, stomach and pussy and catching the attention of "the dark man", she was sure if she didn't get to fuck tonight she would surely die. she was working on a sweet buzz, felt great. First and foremost on her mind was fucking. Deep and hard. She had skills.
In the barn, the music was pumping, hot. Scanning the crowd for something, anything, but not finding it, she let herself get caught in the swirl of the music, shutting out everything and dancing. High and buzzed, it was a good night. But she wanted a great night. If there was just something to fuck!
Taking a break, she walked back to her back to refill her red solo cup, and there.. there he was. The dark man. Looking at her. Smiling like... fuck. Like he needed it and wanted it, from her! He approached easily, drink in had and complimented her on her hooping skills, on how much he loved this band and how many times he's seen them. She asked where his "shadow" was to which he replied, a bit scathing that she was passed out drunk, as usual. Bitch couldn't hang. He said maybe he could reply in kind and ask her where HER shadow was. Laughing, she explained she was just some girl that she didn't know. He said that watching us kiss was phenom hot and was hoping to run into us both. Laughing, she replied, "I don't need her.. I have other skills, too' Smiling, he replied that he bet she does.
